Predictive text makes me want to break stuff. And when activated on a touch screen, there is no limit to what can go wrong.
This evening I told my bestie that she needs to move back home so that we can see each other all the urine. All the urine? WTF?
And every time I go for dinner in Westville, my babysitter hears I’m heading to Nashville. Yeah, cause that Taylor Swift needs all the competition she can get!
Then there was the time I was sending a friend my famous brownie recipe and told her she would need eggs, flour and Mike. Mike? really. What kind of brownies are these… tall, dark and naked???
Another favourite is when I said “I’ll see you in web minutes”. Apparently I, unlike everyone else out there, operate on Spiderman time.
Sent the hubby a romantic text… “You are my one and oyster.” Um…….
Predictive touch screen text can literally destroy relationships, be warned.
After a few glasses of wine, I was trying to compliment a recently divorced special lady who was feeling a bit down and doubting her ability to snare a new man, let alone one who would be good to her kids. I told her she was looking sexy and would find another……. She never responded. Turns out what I really said was: You’re looking sixty, you’ll find neither.
My friend got really sick once and she messaged me all about how awful she was feeling. I sent her kisses, except instead of xxx, it read zzz… we’re not really talking anymore.
Unfortunately in today’s fast paced world, we rarely have time to check, and re-read every short message we send. But maybe I should. Or send them to my editor for proofreading, because I must be the world’s worst.
And I’m not even going to mention the time I told that woman to suck off…..
Happy Wednesday everyone, here’s to gearing down for the weekend!
Originally published on Melissa’s blog.